Hey, I got something for you,
Will you accept my gift?
I made it just for you,
Want to see what it is?
I didn't have much time to wrap it,
Or adorn it with a bow.
It's not in a gift bag,
It was in the window;
Of this little shop,
On that little street.
The little tag on it,
Said it couldn't be beat.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking,
You think I got scammed.
You think I got boosted,
By some clever salesmaaaaannn?
Well Listen! Close your eyes,
Hold out your hands.
This is something you need,
You've had it on demand.
Every time you cried,
Every time you hurt.
Every time you felt,
Like no one knew your worth.
For all the times you laughed,
And, oh yeah, all the times you smiled.
This ought to hold you for a long while.
My gift is HOPE!
By Semper Fi 83
7/10/07
2007-07-10
12:18:23
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